More and more people started coming inside, and soon the place where Peter and Stephanie were was starting to get crowded. She sighed and made her way to a table, hoping that Peter would follow. She sat on the chair, her eyes still following Blythe. Her phone dinged, she took it out and a look of surprise passed her face when she looked at her phone.
Blythe reached an area where she couldn't be seen. She took a deep breath and then knocked on the door that opened to the small area Charlie and his family was in. Charlie answered, and his face visibly feel when he saw Blythe. She mustered up her courage and plastered a smile on her face.
"Blythe."
"Charlie!"
Stephanie slowly read the message that an old friend had sent her. That friend had been dead for years, so it was no surprise Stephanie was surprised when she got a message from her. Now, the possibility of her friend faking her death surfaced into Stephanie’s mind and she frowned. If she did fake her death, why didn’t she tell Stephanie? She sighed, blocked her friend, turned off the phone and looked around the area. “What to do, what to do?”
"What are you doing here?"
Blythe pushed past him into the area Charlie was in. "Can't I visit an old friend? I thought we left it on good terms? And you have the best spot in the whole building."
Stephanie looked around the area, quite bored. She put her chin in her hands and sighed.
“Peter, what are we supposed to do until Blythe returns? We can’t just sit here and do nothing, No, that’ll be just a waste of time. Not just ours, but everybody’s time.”
"We aren't just going to sit here and do nothing. Blythe is doing her job, we need to do ours. There's a bunch of people here, we need to interact. Might be a little easier to scope out who is an innocent and who is someone from the organisation."
”Well then, let’s go. I gotta admit that it’s gonna be hard with this many people here, but all we have to do is look for the people who look suspicious, shifty and who are talking in very quiet tones. Just like them.” Stephanie said as she motioned to two people who were about 6 or 7 feet away from them and talking in hushed voices.
"Well we'll keep an eye on them," Peter said. "But we can't just assume either: we need to be certain."
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"And your point is…" Charlie started.
"I want to see if I can spot anyone special." It wasn't a lie - just not what Charlie was expecting. Blythe's eyes scanned the crowd, taking in suspicious people.
“Of course we have to be certain. It’d be embarrassing if we just assume they’re part of the organization and then we find out they aren’t.” She said with a sigh.
She looked around, her eyes scanning the whole entire crowd, taking in suspicious people and non suspicious people. It wasn’t going to be easy finding the ones from the organization. Things like these were never easy.
Blythe almost allowed her mask to cover her face so that she could analyse people better, but then she remembered that Charlie and his family didn't know about her being Spider-Vixen. She turned to him.
"I've just decided that this is boring. Sorry for disturbing you and your family Charlie." With that, she turned on her heels and walked outside. As soon as she was alone, her suit covered her body.
As she walked around, she hummed softly, since that always helped her focus. She started taking in more suspicious people, and quickly realized that there were more people who looked and acted suspicious than people who didn’t act and looked suspicious. It was times like these where she wished that she had her father’s photographic memory.
Once her suit was on, Blythe began to climb. There was a small gap between the roof and top of Charlie's little area, a gap that she couldn't be seen and that she could fit in. She began to scan the crowd, her mask picking up on people of all sorts.
She bumped into a woman with the most splendid gown, who was holding a cup of wine. Before the wine could even spill on her gown, she grabbed a cup and the wine fell straight into the cup. The woman glared at Stephanie and left before she could ever say sorry. “Rude,” Stephanie mumbled as she put the cup of wine on the table and kept walking around.
Blythe spotted someone who looked extremely suspicious. Her mask zoomed in on her and brought up all the information on her. Linnaea Adam. Known head honcho of a couple crime groups. Would be really no surprise if she started a new one. Definitely a suspect.
Stephanie walked around some more and stopped in her track when she spotted who looked very suspicious. She narrowed her eyes at the person, took out her phone and quickly took a picture of the person. She then sent it to an app and in a matter of seconds, all information was brought up about the person. She frowned when she saw who it was. Ethan Channing. He was a known criminal mastermind, leader of big crime groups and was also known as someone who would smuggle illegal goods into a country or state. He was definitely a suspect.
Blythe noticed that Peter was nearby Linnaea. "Peter," She said quickly. The trio all had connected earpieces.
"Yeah?"
"Linnaea Adam. She's close to you. Definite suspect. She knows me, but not you. Go talk to her."
"What does she look like?"
"Blonde hair, tanned skin. Dark green eyes and a pink dress."
"Oh, I see her. Going now."
Stephanie sighed and sat on a chair that was near the table Ethan was standing by. He seemed to be looking for someone, very impatiently. “You guys, I’ve found a suspect. A criminal mastermind named Ethan Channing. He seems to be looking for someone. .”
"Go talk to him," Blythe said. "It'll be easier to weasel information out of him if he's distracted. I'm going to stay where I am: I'm above the galleria in my suit. If you hear anyone talking about me, let me know and I'll go down as Blythe."
“Right, that’s true, but what should I say? I could say multiple things that’ll make him think the true reason why I’m talking to him, and then our jig is up.” Stephanie said as she got up from her seat, sighed and walked over to Ethan.
Blythe sighed. "Flirt for your life, girl. But don't let him in. He's gonna give more info if he feels he can't get any from you."
“Yeah, we’re officially doomed. Flirt for my life, right, he’ll give a lot more information if he feels he can’t get anything from me. Great, just great.” Stephanie said as she stopped a couple of feet away from Ethan. Oh lords, what have I gotten into?
Blythe rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Do you want me to do it? He doesn't really know me and I'm probably gonna be better, since I know what I'm doing. You'll just have to come up here and look for people."
“Yeah, uh, yeah, it’ll go a lot smoother if you do it, plus, I won’t have to look like a complete fool. I’d gladly take your spot of looking for suspicious people. . .cause, honestly, that’s what I do better.”
Blythe climbed back down, her suit slowly disappearing as she did. By the time her heels touched the floor, she was in her dress. She began to walk to the floor of the building, then headed towards where she knew Channing was.
Ethan stood on his tipytoes, trying to spot the person he was going to met with. He’d been waiting for at least more than an hour, and to be honest he was getting tired. As he looked around, he saw a young woman walk to him, but stop and then walk the opposite direction. He sighed and slammed his fist onto the table in sheer frustration as he sat down.